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Entry tags: | !incomplete, brsherlock, jbsherlock |
Who: Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson, and Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson lol
When: Monday morning
Where: Library
What: tbd - probably discourse
Status: Incomplete
Sherlock Holmes was comfortably ensconced in the Hotel library, glass of sherry on the table beside him, meerschaum in one hand, newspaper in the other, serenely reading the day's events (okay, maybe it was an older newspaper. But he still found it of interest to him), when his friend/colleague John Watson approached him excitedly, having been on a look-see about the Hotel, in search of something - new adventures, perhaps, or simply another way in which to eat curry. By the half-mastiff look upon his face, Holmes deduced he had found something of interest one way or another. He leisurely turned the page, continuing to read the articule he was upon, as it continued on the inside. He knew Watson would speak when ready, he was not one to be shy about being vocal.
"My dear fellow," Watson began, "I believe that we are needed, urgently. There is a notice just put up on a notice board in the lobby, one of the residents is missing her diamond. Reward posted and all that. Just up our alley, eh?"
"My dear Watson," Holmes replied calmly, turning his head and gazing over his rather long aquiline nose at the other man, "As you will have observed, this Hotel does not allow for egress, merely ingress, therefore if something has been stolen it means that the thief is on the property somewhere, and therefore can do nothing with it, such as fence it. My theory is that the lady in question has most probably mislaid it, and doesn't wish to tell her husband, therefore she has concocted a wild tale about a thief."
He glanced back down at the periodical in his hand, while Watson managed to look properly abashed and downtrodden. You'd think he'd be used to it by now, but apparently he wasn't. Deflated, he took a seat in the chair beside his friend, putting his head onto his hands, saying nothing.
Sherlock glanced in his direction, noticed the discouragement there. "Cheer up, old fellow," he said, "I believe I saw curry on the menu for lunch today. Perhaps in a little while we can take some. Lunch, that is. I'll leave the curry to you."
*A Study in Scarlet, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle